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Chapter 11 Who smashed my window (please read it!)

At eleven o'clock at noon, when the sun was shining, the factory committee meeting ended.

When he came out of the conference room, Chen Shiping also received the blank looks of several colleagues whose scripts were rejected.

In their minds, if Chen Shiping's "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" had not been written, then their own script would definitely have been chosen!

It's a good thing if you don't fall out directly if you cut off people's wealth.

Chen Shiping was not used to it and just rolled his eyes. Who can blame him for his bad writing?

"Shiping, congratulations, I didn't expect that after going around a lot, your script was still selected." A colleague who also passed the script said to Chen Shiping with a smile.

Now that they have succeeded, they are in the winner's camp. They have been watching Chen Shiping being in the limelight in the Literature Club for the past few days, and now they have found an opportunity to experience this feeling.

Chen Shiping smiled and replied as he walked: "Your Fireworks Tears have also been selected. I have a lot of troubles. If I don't write well, I won't be able to pass today, and the factory leaders have nothing to say about it!"

Those people who were unhappy about losing the election became even more angry when they heard Chen Shiping say such words!

Who can say that the writing is not good? The leader has good vision, so he didn’t choose us, right?

The villain succeeds!

Chen Shiping looked at their angry expressions and deliberately went to congratulate several other colleagues who were selected.

If you disgust me, I will disgust you! People who can't even write scripts will pose no threat to him in the future!

Those few people were so disgusted by Chen Shiping that they sped up and ran away. They couldn't write a script, and they couldn't compare to Yin and Yang. They were so angry!

How come you have a stupid brain and a stupid mouth! Ahhhh, I’m so angry!

After going down two floors, Mr. Xie suddenly called Chen Shiping from behind.

"Shi Ping, you can come to my house tonight and talk about the script. You can also go to the Red Mansion crew later. If you have any questions, you can communicate directly."

Of course, Chen Shiping happily accepted such an unexpected surprise and agreed immediately. He was even happier than when he had just insulted someone!

Thank you so much, old man! He also took the initiative to invite him to join the crew. He was originally thinking of some excuse to apply to join the Red Mansion crew.

You're on the same set as your immediate boss and you're still worried about not getting promoted? What a joke!

Promotion and salary increase are just around the corner! The opportunity for Xu Sanguan to sell blood is right in front of him!

Chen Shiping and Mr. Xie chatted for a few more words and then parted ways. One went back to work in the Literature Department, and the other went to a symposium in the Red Mansion.

Next time Chen Shiping will also find an opportunity to participate in the creative symposium in Red Mansion.

Discussing scripts with a group of girls is no better than having weird discussions with those gentlemen in the Literature Club.

After Chen Shiping returned to the Literature Department, he was surrounded by his colleagues.

When they were in the conference room before, they were curious about how Chen Shiping impressed Mr. Xie. Now that he was selected again, they naturally came to ask about the situation.

Those who took the initiative to talk to Chen Shiping were all those who had not submitted their books or were selected. Those who had been eliminated were feeling depressed at the moment, and they felt annoyed when they saw Chen Shiping.

Chen Shiping paused for a moment and said with a humble smile: "Teacher Jiang was right before, you can't take up the quota, so Teacher Jiang took me to see Mr. Xie."

With this explanation, everyone's attitude towards Chen Shiping became much better. At least at the beginning, their quota was not occupied in the literature department, which was pretty good.

There was joy and sorrow in the office. Those who were selected were naturally happy, while those who were not selected forced a smile to congratulate them, and then cursed in their hearts.

Chen Shiping also had fun for a while, and then sat back in his seat.

He is thinking about the production style of the studio in the past few years. From the projects approved today, it is obvious that he is trying to move towards genre films and commercial films.

Silver Snake Murder, Into the Badlands, Looking for the Devil, Fireworks Tears, Detective, and Shoplifter are all genre films.

It's just that most of them just sound very commercial in name, but in fact they still haven't gotten rid of the influence of realistic themes.

Audiences still prefer literary films and realistic-themed films. The literary craze in the 1980s still directly affects audience preferences and indirectly affects the market.

When Red Sorghum was first released, the ticket price of a few cents was raised to five to ten yuan. The streets are full of people singing "Girl, you can walk forward boldly." The popularity is not comparable to that of ordinary movies.

Movies still have to adapt to the market.

Not long after, it was time to get off work at noon, and everyone who had been selected for the script was preparing to treat guests, and Chen Shiping was no exception.

In the end, Chen Shiping could only be let go by those jealous guys by citing the reason why Mr. Xie asked him to discuss the script.

Chen Shiping didn’t invite them to dinner! The few losers just rolled their eyes at him!

Chen Shiping now has to go back and think about how to use this opportunity to take a step forward. In a month or two, the personnel in the factory will change. If he doesn't seize this opportunity, he doesn't know how long it will take to get promoted.

When he came out of the office, Chen Shiping was stopped by someone.

The person who stopped him was none other than Li Shaohong, whom Chen Shiping had paid attention to at the meeting before.

"Is it convenient for us to chat?" Li Shaohong said with a smile, "How about I treat you to dinner?"

Chen Shiping, who originally wanted to refuse, immediately agreed on the spot as soon as his eyes lit up. It would be nice to eat! Even eating from a roadside stall will do!

However, before they even left the main building after walking a few steps, Chen Shiping and Li Shaohong met another director and wanted to talk to Chen Shiping.

Chen Shiping immediately understood that they both wanted to be the director of Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller. If he were alone, Chen Shiping could still have the shamelessness to have a meal, but it would be difficult for him to do it with two people.

Going to dinner with anyone means rejecting the other person. It is not easy for me to do such a thing now.

If I can’t eat this meal, I still have to go back and eat noodles!

Chen Shiping, who went home to prepare some noodles, felt like his mouth was watering as he walked in the corridor of Tongzilou.

There is no separate kitchen in Tongzilou. Every household is either in the communal kitchen or has a gas stove at the door of the house. When it is time to eat, the corridor will smell delicious.

Chen Shiping closed his lips tightly and breathed through his nose. He would nod his head when greeting anyone, for fear that his mouth would leak out.

Whose braised pork ribs are so damn delicious!

Go home quickly! Don't let desire penetrate your will!

"Wang Wang Wang!"

As soon as the door opened, Hachiko barked and ran out with his head held high, sniffing with his little nose!

A useless dog repairman! Chen Shiping wiped the corner of his mouth and cursed Hachi secretly.

Next article! Add more soy sauce today!

The noodles were so unpalatable. Chen Shiping sniffed hard, smelling the smell of pork ribs.

Bang!

Before Chen Shiping had finished eating the noodles in his mouth, a stone flew in from the window he had been baking for several days and landed directly in Hachiko's dog bowl.

White noodles suddenly flew everywhere, and Hachiko's head was covered with noodles, and he screamed.

Chen Shiping immediately walked to the window and shouted angrily: "Who the hell did you throw this away? I was eating noodles and smashed my dog ​​bowl!"

The little gangster who had just thrown the stone was stunned for a moment, what the hell? Dog bowl? Eating noodles?

Isn't this guy Chen Shiping's brain damaged? Hearing Chen Shiping's machine gun-like curses, the gangster shrank his neck and left.

Neuropathy! What if you jump down and come to me to fight for your life? After collecting debts for so many years, I have never seen people being forced into desperate situations and risking their lives.

Chen Shiping got tired after scolding for a few minutes. Suddenly he saw Hachiko running over with a stone in his mouth, with a rope and a letter tied to it.

When I took it apart, there was only one sentence on it.

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhejiang Tea House."

It was the group of people who were squandering the foreign exchange coupons. Chen Shiping squinted his eyes and felt that this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to survive this day.

You can’t get the script fee yet, but you should be able to get the novel fee. The magazine should have completed the accounting process. I’ll go to the magazine tomorrow to ask!

　The curtain of this book is about to be completely opened, and Comrade Shiping will start to reach the top step by step!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)